Paradise: The Paradise Club Series

by Low, JA

  I’m thankful he did—his loss is my gain.

  Camryn explained she knew Harris was not into the same things she was into sexually, and that she could do monogamy. She also said she didn’t need to have crazy sexy all the time with other people, and that just because she was monogamous with Harris didn’t mean she would be vanilla.

  “This is me.” Camryn smiles, the wind whipping her hair around her as the town car awaits to take her back to the train station, so another car can pick her up from there. “Thanks for today, Nate.” Camryn leans in kissing me on the cheek.

  Ah, no. That won’t do. That won’t do at all!

  My hands reach out and takes hold of her face, and I kiss her passionately. When we finally pull apart, my stomach sinks with the realization that I won’t be able to do that again, not for a couple of weeks until the soft launch.

  As we finally stop kissing, Camryn pulls away, then smiles at me. “I had fun.”

  “Me, too.”

  “I’m looking forward to you showing me everything at the resort.”

  Me too, because the lists of things I want her to try are endless. My dick twitches just thinking about that very long list.

  “We’re going to have fun.”

  “Is Sam coming?” The mention of my best friend’s name stills me.

  “He might. Why, do you want him, too?”

  Camryn tilts her head and squeezes her eyebrows together. “That sounded like a bit of jealousy there, Mr. Lewis.”

  Fuck! I didn’t realize how that sounded. I was trying to hide that sting of jealousy I felt at the mention of my friend’s name.

  “I don’t care who you fuck… just not my best friend.” She wants honesty, so I am damn well going to give it.

  “As hot as Sam is, I would never do that to Kimberly. She’s had a crush on that man since birth.” My brows rise. I knew it! “But, thank you for making your feelings heard.” She wraps her arms around my neck again. “You haven’t fucked Harper, have you?”

  “Hell, no. Sam would kill me.”

  “Or Kimberly?”

  “No way! Sam has had a thing for her since I’ve known him. I wouldn’t do that either.”

  “Okay. So, our close circle of friends is a no-go zone, is that what you’re saying?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay. Then I’m glad we’ve sorted that out.” She kisses me hard before pulling away, then starts to walk backward toward the car. “We can’t tell anyone about this.” She moves her hand between us. “Especially not Sam, Harper, or Kimberly,” she warns me. I nod my head in agreement. “You know they will have us married off in two point five seconds.” I totally agree that they are vultures when it comes to relationships. “They aren’t like us.” That’s so true. “Well, have fun.” Camryn waves before disappearing into the car. I wait until she’s driven away.

  * * *

  I’m still in London when my phone rings. I head out in a couple of days to the sunny beaches of my resort.

  “Happy New Year…” Camryn giggles loudly through the phone line.

  “Happy New Year,” I reply. Sitting back against my chair in my office, I’m certain she’s drunk. Currently, I am in my London club. Tonight’s the night when our takings are through the roof, and that applies to all our clubs—our clients like to ring in the New Year in style. I can hear people talking in the background through the phone, and there’s some cheering before it muffles.

  “They’re so loud,” Camryn moans. “I wanted to call before things got crazy and wish you a Happy New Year.”

  “Thanks, babe.” I still. Oh, shit! I just used the word babe.

  I hear a little laugh, and then she muses, “I like it. I’ll allow you to call me babe.” I’m sure my eyebrows are meeting my hairline, they are so high, and my eyes are wide as I hear her continue, “Does that mean I can call you, babe, too?”

  “I guess.” I fumbled with the pen in my hand, eventually dropping it to the desk.

  “Okay, babe. Have fun. I hope Jade sucks your dick hard as your balls drop.”

  “You mean as the ball drops,” I correct her.

  “Um… if she’s doing it right, your balls will drop after you’ve filled her mouth.”

  I choke on my drink. What the hell?

  Camryn bursts out laughing. “Goddamn, I crack myself up sometimes. I’m really good at this dirty talking, right?” She giggles again.

  How much has she had to drink?

  “Sounds like you’re going to have lots of fun tonight.”

  “Oh, I am. Johnny won’t leave me alone. He’s persistent, but I know the man has stamina, so I’ll allow it.” This makes me smile. “Shit! Hang on, someone’s coming into the library,” she whispers.

  “Hey, Cam,” I hear a male voice exclaim.

  “Johnny. Hey…”

  “What are you doing in here all alone?” he asks.

  I hear the need in his voice, that sound of desperation in his emotionally choked voice.

  “I was hoping you’d follow me.” Seduction laces her every word. The phone makes a sound—it’s as if she’s placed it down on a surface somewhere.

  “Did you now?”

  “Did you lock the door?” she questions.

  I don’t hear a reply, so I’m assuming that was a yes.

  “Good.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “‘Cause my pussy is feeling lonely, and she needs a friend.”

  My dick twitches to life.

  “Oh, really?” The man’s probably moments away from coming in his pants. I know I would at his age if a beautiful woman said those dirty words to me.

  “I’m not wearing any panties,” Camryn coos.

  Fuck! My dick’s instantly hard.

  Needing relief, I unzip myself and pull my aching cock from its restraint. Pulling open one of my drawers, I grab a bottle of lube in case things escalate.

  “Fuck me, Camryn,” Johnny groans.

  “On your knees, boy,” Camryn commands.

  Oh, this is new. I bet he’s doing exactly as she orders.

  “Fuck, you look gorgeous,” he groans.

  I bet she’s lifted her dress and is showing him her perfectly pink pussy.

  Grabbing the liquid, I squirt some onto my hand, the coolness of the gel is relief against the heat of my cock.

  “Make me come all over that beard.”

  Shit. I grip ahold of my dick tighter.

  I like dominant Camryn.

  “Yes,” she hisses.

  He must have made contact.

  Camryn’s moans float down the phone line. “That’s it,” she tells him. “Don’t move,” she yells as he hits a perfect spot for her. “Fingers. I need your fucking fingers,” she commands.

  Johnny must do as he’s told because she groans as they enter her.

  “Yes. Yes. Keep going, boy. Keep going.”

  My hand moves furiously in time with her panting. I can hear how wet she is, the sounds are echoing down the line.

  Yes. This is exactly what I need.

  “Harder. Harder,” she pants. The sound of her wetness increases until he pushes her over the edge, and she screams down the phone for me.

  And fuck, if not seconds later, I’m coming in my hand.

  “I need to fuck you, Camryn,” the male voice grunts. “Flip over so I can slide my cock into that wet pussy.” Camryn giggles—she’s delirious from her orgasm and the alcohol.

  I hear rustling then a loud grunt. He’s inside of her.

  “Fuck, yes,” Camryn pants. “Give it to me, big boy.”

  Oh, fucking hell, I roll my eyes at that.

  The phone fills with grunts, moans, and his balls slapping against her wet cunt. My dick twitches back to life, but I just listen, imagining what she must look like in the darkened library with her face pushed up against one of the antique chairs.

  “Harder, Johnny, harder,” she tells him, urging him on.

  Does he fulfill her like I do?

  Does he know how to make her scream? Li
ke really scream?

  His groans become more animalistic as he gets closer. Camryn’s moans become louder, but they’re different from the ones she gives me. He’s not making her come—she’s faking it. My dick’s hard thinking about how I know I would satisfy her properly. What’s the guy doing? He’s getting himself off, and that’s it. He thinks his work is done because he ate her pussy and made her come. Oh no, little boy, your job is far from over. If your woman is not dripping wet down your fucking dick while you are pounding her, then you’re not doing something right.

  Johnny comes with a grunt and Camryn fake pants.

  “Fuck, Camryn, you’re so fucking good.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself, Johnny.” She giggles—it’s fake. There’s a rustle. Obviously, they are straightening themselves up. “You should leave first. Don’t want anyone catching us or arousing suspicions.”

  “Oh, yeah. Right.” Johnny seems a little put out by her words. “I’ll come find you at midnight. That way I can ring in the New Year with my mouth around your dick.”

  “Fuck, yeah,” he states excitedly.

  There’s a muffled sound—is he kissing her? Then, there is the click of the door shutting.

  “You still there, babe?” Camryn asks.

  “Of course…” I’m grinning like a Cheshire cat. “… but I’m curious to know why you faked it.”

  The phone goes silent for a few seconds, and then she mumbles, “How did you…”

  “I know every tone of your orgasms, Camryn. I’ve heard you enough times to know when you really come.”

  “Good to know.” She giggles.

  “He was a mediocre substitute. But I know you’re going to be hanging out for a real pounding by the time you get to the island.”

  “Really?” She sounds intrigued.

  “Also, when I see you next, bring that dominant woman out. I liked hearing her.”

  “What do you mean?” she questions.

  “The whole get-on-your-knees-and-eat-my-pussy thing.” She laughs loudly. “I like it.”

  “Duly noted.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “Have a fantastic night, Nate.”

  “You, too, Camryn.”

  The line goes dead.

  And I realize I’m in so much trouble with this woman.

  17

  Camryn

  My New Year’s Eve turned out great. At the stroke of midnight, fireworks went off in the gardens bursting luminous colors through the night sky, while everyone was outside having a great time. Next thing I knew, I was giving Johnny a blow job in the bushes, but the air was ice-cold. So, we quickly moved things inside when his dick started to shrivel up due to the snow starting to flutter down around us. Dicks and cold don’t go so well together. I spent the New Year having Johnny ring my bell. But, by the time I woke up, shit had hit the fan.

  Apparently, Olivia’s cheating, dickhead of a fake fiancé, arrived for New Year’s with her bitch of a sister Penny. Her fiancé and sister are totally banging. It’s all over the socials because they’re always together. Anyway, Olivia and Axel have been having a little winter fling, especially after the hotness of Monaco. But Eddie, her dickhead fiancé, showed up and crashed whatever was going on between Olivia and Axel. She should have been honest and told Axel she had a fake fiancé, but she never did. Now, her world has come crashing down around her. Olivia’s decided to head down to London today with my sister, to stay with her until everything blows over with Axel. She doesn’t want to ruin Vanessa and Christian’s time at the castle.

  I’m heading back to New York, which I’m not looking forward to. I’ve been away from home for a long time. The peace and serenity have been great, but I know there’s a shitshow waiting for me. Everything I’ve pushed deep down inside when it comes to Harris is probably going to rear its damn ugly head.

  “I’m sorry.” I wrap my arms around Olivia to hug her, then she places her bags in the back of the car. I understand when you need to leave things behind.

  “It’s not your fault you told me to tell him. That he would understand.” I watch the tears fall down her cheeks and drip off her chin. “I was too scared to tell him, and now it’s blown up in my face.”

  “Everything will work out, I promise.”

  She nods, seemingly unconvinced.

  “I’m just a phone call away. Okay?”

  Olivia nods again. Her eyes are puffy, and to be quite honest, she looks like shit.

  “Time to go,” my sister tells her.

  Olivia opens the door to the waiting car.

  “Have a safe flight back.” Ivy hugs me tightly—I wish I could have spent more time with her.

  “We need to catch up again soon.”

  “I know. I know… I promise to make more time.”

  I could do the same. It’s not all her fault.

  “Good luck when you get home. Hope Harris doesn’t harass you too much.”

  “I am hoping he will be over it by the time I get back. I mean, he’s a gorgeous fiancé. He shouldn’t be worried about me.”

  “Call me when you get home, okay?” Ivy asks me, and I nod my agreement.

  * * *

  “Welcome home from rehab, Camryn,” the sign reads as I walk out of the arrival terminal and back into JFK airport.

  Harper and Kimberly’s blonde heads pop out from behind the sign.

  “You fucking bitches.” Giggling, I wrap my arms around them. It’s so good to be back with my girls.

  “You’re looking good,” Harper tells me. “Breakups suit you.” Kimberly flashes her a what-the-fuck look. “What? Too soon to be joking about Harris?”

  Harper looks between us.

  Oh, how I have missed Harper’s raw honesty.

  “No. It’s fine. I’m fine,” I state with a smile as we head on out to the limousine waiting at the curb outside the doors. “It’s good to be home.”

  As I walk out into the cold, I see the mucky snow pushed up along the barriers and hear the loud sounds of impatient cab drivers. Stressed parents rush around screaming at their kids. It’s bedlam.

  Home.

  We jump into the back of the luxury car, then Harper pops the bottle of champagne and pours us each a glass.

  “Welcome home, Camryn.” We cheer, then take a sip of the bubbly liquid. “Now, tell us, did you fuck a rock star?” Looking up at Harper, I give her a sly smile. “Oh my God, you so did, you cheeky cow.” She clinks her glass against mine, and without allowing me to answer, she continues, “Who. How. When. Tell me it was good?”

  “Johnny from Sons of Brooklyn. He was good. Great! Young, loads of stamina. Great dick.”

  Harper and Kimberly are the last two girls who need to know about my hook-up with Nate, especially since they know him so well. We mix in the same circles—Harper’s brother is best friends with him. No. They don’t need to know anything about Nate.

  “You lucky bitch.” She rolls her eyes at me. “What I wouldn’t give to mess around with a rock star.”

  “You’re just going to have to wait till you finish working for Dirty Texas Records before you screw one.” Vanessa runs the PR for Dirty Texas Records, but as she will be heading into maternity leave soon, they needed someone they could trust to help them out. I suggested Harper Rose. She owns one of the fastest-growing PR companies in New York to help, especially as they are expanding the label into New York.

  “Thanks so much for recommending me. I have a meeting with some of the guys in a couple of weeks when they’re here with Sam looking for commercial spaces for the label.”

  “Anytime. Got to support my bitches.” Raising my glass, we continue catching up on everything I’ve missed, including all the gossip on how Harris and Isabelle have been swanning around New York like they own the place. I’m not surprised, really. Harris does have an ego. It sucks that I’m going to have to watch it all unfold until I head over to The Paradise Club Resort in a couple of weeks.

  We pull up out the front of my apartment building, and Manny, one of th
e porters, opens the door for me.

  “Miss Starr, welcome home.”

  “It’s so nice to see your smiling face again, Manny.” And it is, it’s great to be home. We head into the foyer while the driver grabs my bags and passes them to the porter.

  “Miss Starr, welcome home,” Jonathan, the security guard, welcomes me as I enter the building.

  “Good to be home,” I tell him.

  “Just to let you know, Miss Starr, Mr. Edwards has been around multiple times.” Bile rises up my throat, and I turn up my nose. “He’s been very insistent on seeing you. We have had to bar him from the premises due to his behavior.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. But thank you. I never want to see him.”

  Jonathan nods his head.

  “Miss Starr, your mail and packages are in your apartment, I will bring up your bags shortly.”

  “Thank you, Manny.”

  “We donated the flowers that came daily to the local retirement home,” he adds.

  “Thanks so much for doing that. I hope they enjoyed them.”

  “They did, ma’am.”

  This was the kind of shitstorm I wanted to avoid when I got home.

  We jump into the elevator and head up to my apartment.

  “You, okay?” Kimberly asks.

  “I’m a little shaken if I am being perfectly honest.”

  “I think you should come and stay with one of us for a while,” Harper adds.

  “No. I’m not going to let him run me out of my home. Screw him!”

  “He’s been sending flowers to work, too,” Kimberly adds. “And has shown up a couple of times.”

  Wait! What?

  “I didn’t want to tell you. We have it handled.”

  The elevator chimes and we get out. With shaky hands, I open the door to my apartment.

  This isn’t fair.

  He doesn’t get to affect me like this.

  He’s the one who messed up, not me.

  I’m in shock at the number of boxes lining my dining room table.

  “What the…” Harper walks over to them, wide-eyed. “They can’t all be from him. Can they?” She runs her fingers subtly over each one.